Chapter 737

Cecilia Evans stared fixedly at the medical report.

The paper trembled slightly between her fingers.

She abruptly stood up and walked to the window, pushing it open.

A cold gust of wind rushed in, dispersing the smell of disinfectant in the hospital room.

She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself.

Her gaze, however, inadvertently caught a figure in the parking lot below.

Mrs. Evans was holding her phone, her voice carried up by the wind: "...Cecilia? I've disliked her for a long time. Sebastian doesn't like her either. If it weren't for Aaron's insistence, how could our family ever accept a daughter-in-law like her? Now that Aaron has this illness, who can say anything? There's no other way. We just have to accept it."

After speaking, Mrs. Evans opened the car door and got in.

The car slowly drove away.

Cecilia stood frozen by the window.

The cold wind whipped across her cheeks, but she felt no chill.

Her mind was buzzing.

Right.

Back then, she had schemed relentlessly to get close to Aaron Truman, pretending not to know his family background, pretending to be moved by his "poverty."

She finally managed to marry into the Truman family, thinking she had secured a powerful backing.

But the Truman family was excessively low-key, never allowing her to use the family name for her own purposes outside.

She gained no benefits from the Evans family.

Her mother was imprisoned, her father passed away from illness, all the Evans family assets fell into Alexander Vance's hands. She, as a married-off daughter, received nothing.

She had originally thought that at least Aaron treated her well, ensuring she lacked for nothing.

Even if she were imprisoned, Aaron could get her out.

But now...

Aaron had a terminal illness.

Once he died, the Truman family and Mrs. Evans, who hated her so much, would surely kick her out immediately.

By then, penniless, where could she go?

Cecilia's nails dug into her palms.

The pain cleared her mind.

No.

She absolutely could not just wait for doom.

The door was gently knocked.

Cecilia snapped back to reality and turned to look at the door.

Aaron Truman pushed the door open.

His face was somewhat pale, his eyes unable to hide his weariness.

When his gaze fell on Cecilia, he forced a smile.

Cecilia's heart sank.

He really didn't want her to know.

Even on his deathbed, he was still hiding it from her.

Was he afraid she would run away early?

Suppressing the resentment in her heart, Cecilia squeezed out a gentle tone. "What's wrong?"

Aaron walked up to her, hesitated for a moment, and spoke. "Cecilia, do you still have that two hundred thousand dollars in savings?"

That was the dowry he had given her initially.

Cecilia's pupils contracted.

He wanted to use that money?

Treatment would cost a lot. Although Aaron was from a branch of the Truman family, he had always been sensible and never easily asked the main family for help.

Now he wanted to use her money for treatment.

Once he died, the money spent, what would she do?

Cecilia clenched her fists, her nails almost digging into her flesh.

Her expression remained gentle. "Yes, why? Do you need money?"

Seeing her nervous look, Aaron remembered the doctor's words.

"A cancer patient's mindset is very important. It's best for family members not to tell the patient initially, to avoid adding psychological burden."

He decided to keep it a secret for now.

Aaron reached out and gently ruffled Cecilia's hair. "Yes, the family needs some money urgently. Could you take out that two hundred thousand? Also, I have an apartment downtown. I'll put it up for sale tomorrow."

Cecilia's heart gave a violent squeeze.

He wanted to take the money.

And sell the apartment.

He was going to drain all their assets.

Once he died, she wouldn't even have a place to live.

Cecilia lowered her eyes, hiding the coldness in them.

She said softly, "Okay."

Her voice was gentle and compliant.

But her mind was already calculating.

She had to find a way to transfer the money out.

She couldn't let him spend it all.

Aaron, don't blame me.

You were the one who didn't care about my survival first.

Seeing her agree, Aaron relaxed and smiled. "Then we'll go handle the property sale procedures tomorrow."

Cecilia nodded. "Okay."

That night.

Cecilia moved closer to Aaron, wanting to test his reaction.

But Aaron gently pushed her away, his voice tired. "I'm exhausted today. Let's sleep early."

Cecilia sneered inwardly.

Of course.

He wouldn't even touch her anymore.

He must be seriously ill.

Early the next morning.

The sky was not yet fully light.

Cecilia quietly got up and glanced at the sleeping Aaron.

She tiptoed to the study, opened a drawer, and took out the property deed.

Then she picked up the bag she had already packed and left the Truman home without looking back.

When Aaron woke up, the sun was already high.

He rubbed his temples, got up, and went to the study to look for the property deed.

The drawer was empty.

The deed was gone.

Cecilia was also gone.

Aaron stood frozen.

After a long moment, he let out a bitter laugh.

So she had known all along.